Holy Prison (Love For Iqlima)

Chapter 9: Is This the Love Letter?

"Look... Cake... Let's stay at Nur Kek's nyakwa house... " Take Iqlima when entering the house and found grandpa was weaving pandan mats.

"You're home yet? If you go home, say hello first! " Grandfather continued his work.

"Sorry kek, but we're staying at Nyakwa Nur's house tonight?" Pintal Iqlima. Grandpa stopped his work. He slowly looked at Iqlima.

"What happened to Nyak Nur? Why do you suddenly want to stay there? "

"Hmm Iqlima... Iqlima misses her cake! We haven't been there in a long time! " Say Iqlima reasoned. Nyakwa Nur is the only cousin of Iqlima's father who is most kind to them.

"Yes, it's tomorrow! It's already afternoon. Nyak Nur's house is far away in Saree there. We have to go up Seulawah mountain first to get there! " Silent grandpa.

"If you want to marry Hilman. Surely now with his car we can already visit Nyak Nur easily! " Tukas Grandpa again. Hearing Grandpa's words, Iqlima's knees went limp. But in haste he locked all the doors of his house and checked the windows. Afraid that Hilman will chase after him.

Baaaaaaa

Someone from under the window appeared startling Iqlima.

"Astaghfirullah's... Mary!!!! My heart's gonna fall!" Pekik Iqlima sweated.

"Hahaha sorry. It's wrong to close the window too soon! It's still afternoon!" Maryam went inside through the door that Iqlima's key opened.

"I'm here to deliver a letter"

"Letter? Not from Hilman, right?! " Sambar Iqlima fast.

"Yes not that. The Teungku Ilyas... Your heart's poem! It was just pinned to me" said Maryam. Iqlima's heart feels a little cold. At least the letter was not from the person who had already made her shudder in horror.

"Yes already... My son is fussing! I have to get home!" Maryam was about to leave but she remembered something.

"Ah, I forgot! Where have you been? why disappear?! Everyone is busy looking for you! " Tanya Maryam was curious. He went back to Iqlima.

"long story. Tomorrow God willing I tell you. You would be surprised to hear my story! " Sahut Iqlima whispered, He looked left and right afraid that grandfather would hear their conversation. Then Iqlima took something from the room.

"This is my knit sweater! Give it to Sinyak Agam, your son! Hopefully it suits him" Iqlima offered a gift that he had worked on from last month.

"Iqlime.. Is this not overkill?!" Maryam's squealing full of haru. The father of his son never bought his son clothes. But Iqlima, with all the limitations of the economy still want to think about his son. Not once twice, Iqlima very often donates.

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Ilyas sat on a large rock with a flat surface on the bank of the river. Many times he washed his face with running water. Maghrib is almost here. But he refused to move. A decision by letter has already met the final. Even the water he washed on his face was unable to make the heat in his heart turn cold.

Some girls who were busy washing clothes from a distance that was not too close looked at him. They wondered why Ilyas was sitting alone like never before. Even that warm face looked so grim. But none of them dared to come closer.

"Yes..." Suddenly Yahya patted his shoulder.

"I'm fucked... "

"No..."

"Aarrath...." Ilyas patted the water hard.

"We're home... We go back to Jakarta. Meet a better woman than her! " Yahya said to the point.

"You don't understand because you've never felt his name fall in love! " Ilyas Sarcas. Her eyes are red.

"Who said? You forgot about Dara Keumala? Aceh girl one campus with me first? You forgot how sick I was when I was left married?"

"Ja... So? "

"Yes, I love her, Yas! I even asked Abah to propose it for me! "

Ilyas.

"Hhhhh. Forget that! Honestly, it was hard for me to fall in love again. Especially with an Acehnese girl. It's up to someone to say I'm racist! What is clear is that I have no interest in finding girls other than Javanese girls and Arab girls!" Tukas Yahya's. He felt that what Ilyas was experiencing right now was similar to what happened two years ago.

"Most Istighfar. Maybe this is how God avoids us from adultery! In the future, you should be more careful! Do not fall in love excessively. Love is only because of God. Put the love here when there is already the word SAH! " Yahya pointed to Ilyas' chest. But his cousin's face remained unchanged. It's still grim. What Yahya said did not touch his heart at all.

"Wait on! "

Yahya.

"My contract here isn't over yet! " Collapse of Ilyas.

"Then? "

"Please... Help me! " Ilyas looked at Yahya with a face full of hope.

"Tomorrow I'll go back to Jakarta. I want you to replace me for a while. Just a minute, not long. Right now I can't be here. I won't be able to forget that woman if it's still nearby!" Ilyas pleaded.

Yahya could only sigh. How could he possibly refuse?

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Iqlima went inside the room after making sure all the doors were locked safely. He put the chair in front of the door to slightly block. At least he could buy time to escape from a different door if only Hilman would be determined to come to him.

Looks like Iqlima won't be able to sleep tonight. He placed the holy book of the Quran beside him. Maybe Iqlima will stay up all night with berdadarus or dhikr using prayer beads.

The young girl had also prepared a piece of wood as well as a small knife to defend herself and just in case she really was in danger.

Iqlima feels he needs people to be able to spill his grievances. Besides Maryam, maybe Ilyas is the right person right now. At least, Ilyas was her future husband. Maybe later the man will have a way to protect her from Hilman or take action to want to take her and grandfather away from this village after they get married. Such is the hope of Iqlima for now.

Recalling Ilyas, he rose up and quickly took the letter he had given through Maryam. Iqlima smile. He hopes that the love for Ilyas will grow over time especially after they get married later. Ilyas good young man. Shalih youth. In-imami by him one day, God willing that man will not hurt him. A letter of good omen. He thought back to smiling.

Slowly Iqlima opened it. Is this the love letter? Is this what it looks like? Ask Iqlima's heart curiously. He flipped through the simple white paper in his hand. A moment later, he began to read the first sentence.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim~

Iqlima Noor Azkiya, may you always be in the protection of Allah SWT. May Allah's Mercy and Hidayah be with you. Amens.

Iqlima, in this short letter I want to convey that I canceled our wedding plans. I canceled proposing to you. Now you're free to decide who you want to marry. I'm officially releasing you!

One thing I want to emphasize is that there is no other woman in my heart. I canceled this because like her you're better suited to other men. You certainly understand what I mean.

I don't know what kind of man I am in your eyes. Obviously, I'm not a stupid beggar of love. The love of God is much more I expect than the love of a girl like you. Tomorrow I will return to Jakarta and I have no intention of bringing any memories of you.

Our story is over~

Signed: Ilyas Al - Ghazali Uthman

Iqlima read sentence after sentence with trembling hands. After that, he smiled sweetly. But the tears are dripping.

"Iqlima... Iqlima understands what Ustadz means... " Iqlima murmured that smiled by wiping the tears that were dripping down the net.

"Iqlima.... "

"Yes... Iqlima... Hiks Hiks... "

Suddenly the words of Grandpa came back ringing in his ears, and,

"What do you expect from Ilyas? The young Java Island was only wander briefly to our village...

He will return to his hometown. It is impossible to marry you! Moreover, you are poor and orphaned!”

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